Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2017 06:41:29 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 21 - Flushed (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some of the things that happened or will happen to Greyson and Harry. Parts of the characters are fictional as well. All other characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's about their true love of each other so if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com Thoughts and suggestion are always welcome and may or may not be implemented. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible. AND, if you enjoy the stories on Nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses. While the site is currently free, donations only from Loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. http:// www.donate.nifty.org /donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 21 - Flushed (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Greyson Damn, it did feel uncanny at that moment. I was seated there at the edge of the sofa, looking disbelieved. For a moment, I was stone cold sober with all that was happening between me and Harry. I still established the floor appeared more appealing than the rest of the house embellishment. I had both of my hand on my thigh, and my finger was fidgeting with each other. I anticipated for a reaction from Harry. Even so, he was not showing me any of it. I did not know what else to do, but to keep on looking, at my fingers. It was worrisome not knowing what to do, and I came to be restless. I decided to make a move. However, something was holding me down. I, side turned my head to looking at Harry, and was surprised by his facial expression. It was beaming with sweet smiles and eyes that were opened wide and shining brightly. I was unsure of how am I to react. However, slowly, from the corner of my mouth; a smile began to form. "Thank you so much Greyson. Even though, it was startlingly said, but I felt exhilarated to be the one that you have decided to tell." Harry gave my shoulder another squeezed and in a way, it did give me that sense of composure. "It was, supposedly, be a weighty secret that I should have kept from everyone, Harry. I acknowledge if it gets you to feel uneasy. If it needs to be, I will move out from here." My voice was quivering as I spoke to Harry. "Don't you ever dare to do that, Greyson. It is not big of a deal for me. My father and I, are consecrated to have you staying here and be in my life. Nothing really matters, and nothing is ever going to change between the two of us." Harry begged of me. "Do you know, how blessed I am to get to know you and your father Harry? It's more than a miracle that I found the both of you here, and willingly welcoming a stranger into their house. However, please do not ever tell on me to your father." I am the one who was begging him for his understanding in regard to my predicament. "I am keeping my promise to you, Greyson. Your personal secret life is safe with me and no one else needs to know." Harry concurred. The smile on his face never disappeared as we were conversing. I am desperately wanting to pull him closer for a hug. However, I resented myself from doing it. "Thank you again, Harry. Eventually, I have to tell Hayden about it. Nevertheless, I think it will not be this soon." I inhale deeply of the oxygen within the room. It did not fully give me that serene feeling of calmness that I seek. I took one of my hands and grabbed hold on his hand, which was on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeezed. I then lifted myself off the couch and proceeded to my room. I took a last glance from the staircase and saw Harry kept his eyes nailed to me. When I had entered my room, I immediately dropped onto the floor and cried my heartfelt. I became so affected and emotional with what had happened a while ago. My sob was snuffled as I had covered my mouth with my hand. The tears were pouring out, streaking on my face as it cascaded down my cheeks. I became lifeless and weak. The next thing I knew, I got up from my sleep sprawling across the floor. For the next couple of days, it did get a bit awkward being close to Harry. Nevertheless, with time, it did eventually subside. In the end, our life went back to normal it was once previously. The best of it all, my bond with Harry became closer and more affectionate than it was before. There was that incidental time, where I and Harry would be seated on the couch, prevalently griped to each other. I did on occasion, manage to set my eyes on Hayden. He always had that questionable looked inscribed on his face. I pondered what was on his mind when he saw how close me, and Harry became? I still remembered the conversation I had with him, telling me of Harry's life and situation. He had somehow, entrusted me to care for Harry, and I would surely be going to do. That was my promise to him. A week after the incident, one of the fashion stores in town was having their annual sale. On that very day, they intended to do a charity fashion show. Harry and the boys were invited to be models for their clothing line, which was mainly for teenagers. It was set to be showcased at the opening of their sale date, and coincidentally it falls on Saturday evening. The main district hall was beautifully ornamented by the professional event coordinator. All the columns were draped with flowing satin in the colors of pink and baby blue. The runway was glittered with fresh flower petals of red and white roses. It was a night of truly ostentatious, and it felt like one of the Hollywood Oscar nights. The guest was guided along the red carpet entrance with so much fascination and glamour. There were throngs of paparazzi trailing the side of the red carpet, calling out to the recognized guest for picture taking. The clicking sound of the cameras was a bit deafening to the ears. Hayden and I had come early and were immediately dragged to the back stage by Harry. It was a chaotic yet organized scene. Frantic calls shout out by the main organizing committee to get all the models dressed and ready. Boys and girls from The Maddison High School seniors had volunteered to be the models were decked in their finest clothing designed by the principal sponsors. After a short conversation with, the boys, I and Hayden were trying to make our way to our seat at the front of the runway. That was when I heard someone call my name. "Greyson, Greyson, please hold on for a minute." I instantly turned around and saw Harry running towards me. Behind him was the principal designer Corbin Taylor. I halted and waited for them to reach to me. I did wonder what did they want as the show was about to start in a short period of time. "Greyson, thank god I manage to get to you before you left for your seat." Harry's seemed breathless after all the running, and so was Corbin. By that time, Hayden was already gone to his seat. "Goodness gracious Harry, is everything alright?" I gave him the worried looked with a frown on my forehead. It immediately made me wonder if something bad had happened to him. Silently I prayed for any misfortune not to befall on him. "It is not that serious, Greyson. However, Corbin does desperately need your help." Harry took a deep breath after that sentence. He continued to inhale and exhale to bring his breathing back to normal. His right hand held on to my shoulder as it transmitted that warm sensation to the touch. "I certainly need your help Father Greyson. One of my models had called in sick, and we were short of a model. Harry suggested for you to replace him. Please father it would save me a hassle to engage a model at these very last minutes." Corbin pleaded profusely. "But I am not a model. I do not want to jeopardize your fashion show with my incompetency." I am giving them lame excuses so that I escaped from participating. "It is alright Greyson. I would be your partner during the walk on the runway. We'll appreciate it so much, especially me." Harry had always had that hypnotic effect on me. Dare I say no to him? I doubt so. If it was not Harry that had begged me to do it, I would never even give it a thought at all. I nodded my head to agree. Harry and Corbin were delighted. They immediately pulled me to the dressing area. There were lines of clothing's that was already arranged on the rack with my name tag. The best of it all, Harry was by my side, and so were the rest of the boys, who gave me a look of approval. I felt nervous when I was shoved with my first set of apparels. It was a tight-fitting dress shirt with a bit of furls along the front of it. A baby blue cotton dress pants, a belt and white colour smart shoes completed the look. I gave myself a viewed in the mirror and was pretty amazed at the way I look. It was absolutely different from the way I would normally dress. From the mirror, I could see Harry and the boys were looking at me with a big grinned at their faces. "You look good and handsome, Greyson." Harry silently walked up to me and whispered into my ears. It felt so invigorating to hear it all, especially, when Harry was the one saying it. The hair stylist made their way to all the models to do a bit of touch up. I was given to most attention as I was drawn at the very last minutes. As all of us were ready, we were asked to form the queue near the exit. Harry was looking dashingly handsome with his mirrored outfit, except, it was in the shade of red. This turns out to be a perfect colour for him. As the show progresses, it was time for me and Harry to walk down the runway. I felt nervous and was slightly shaken. However, it instantly vanished when Harry held my hand for assurance that everything would be alright. The first instant I and Harry walked out of to the runway; the crowd instantaneously erupted to loud cheers. I could see Hayden surprised face in the front row. I smile sweetly at him. The show was going on in a fast phase environment. Every single model was rushed to our designated area for the next change of clothing. It was an open type of area. The only partition was of the male model and the female model. As Harry was stationed beside me, I got the opportunity to see him in his buff. It was a delightful view. I kind of know that Harry was checking me out as much as I did of him. "Greyson, is everything alright?" Harry asked me nonchalantly when he saw me moping by myself with a smile upon my face. In what manner could I ever say no to Harry. Whenever I was with him, the world always seems fine. He became my guiding light. He had shown me that being a normal human being was alright. I never knew that I could ever feel this way again. "I am fine Harry. I would like to thank you for persuading me to be involved in all of this. Definitely, modelling will be my next profession if I ever stop from being a priest." He laughed hysterically at my jokes, attracting everyone to turn around looking in our direction. We continued suiting ourselves with the next set of clothing as we prolonged our bantering with each other. The fashion show concluded with a resounding success. It managed to accumulate a donation of USD$1, 500 000 for the hospital Cancer Department. It came benevolently from all the corporate enterprise and also from individual donations. All proceeds would help at the hospital in their research in the discovery of an antidote to fight the dreaded diseases. Hayden came to meet us at the backstage while we were changing back to our own clothes. He applauded for the success and gave me a pat on the back for graciously and voluntarily to participate in the fashion show. He did say that he was surprised when he saw me walked across the stage. He did wonder where I had been to as he was waiting for me to sit beside him. "You are a natural out there Greyson. I never knew you had in you to be a model." Hayden sounded proud of what I have done. "You should have to do more of this charity modelling. As I heard from the organizer, when you and Harry were on stage, the sum of money donated, rise tremendously." He was beaming with pride with, me and Harry contributed to the event. "You're embarrassing me Hayden." I was blushing rather heavily. Hayden told us that he would make his way on his own and for us to call a cab once we've finished with the packing. The models were requested to help with packing up their set of clothing's and to put it in the back store room. It would then be taken to the rear of the shop the very next day. The rest of the guys had completed the task and were eager to rush back home to rest. They offered their help, but we declined and asked them to proceed out first as their parent was waiting on them. It only left me and Harry inside the storeroom, surrounded by mountains of clothing's. We've decided to take a rest in the Air-conditioner room and have a bit of a chat. We took over the floor and were sitting beside each other comfortably. "You look good out there Greyson." Harry complimented. "You really nail it with your killer look." I suddenly became shy from Harry's comments. He was really wise with words. "You are not bad yourselves Harry. You look marvellous in that last outfit." I could see Harry's face began to redden. "You do look cute when you blush as well." Am I flirting with Harry? It seemed I did and I love it so much. I felt consequently, comfortable and relax after the revelation. "Thank you for the complement Greyson." He looked away from me, trying to hide his embarrassment. The redness of his cheeks was rather prominent. "Thank you for the complement Greyson." He looked away from me, trying to hide his embarrassment. The redness on his cheeks was rather prominent. "Are you hinting on me Greyson? With the way you are putting your words, it looks like it." Harry was chuckling and giggling at the same time. "You never know Harry. It might be what it seems to be." Harry was awestruck with my reply. He would never have known, how I am spellbound by his physical being. We did not realize that our heads were getting closer with every second. In time, our lips touched each other, and we kissed. It was not deep or hard. Nevertheless, it was passionate enough to make both of us felt the sensation throughout our body. We were so into the kissed as our hands began to pull each other closer. I was holding Harry's head and guiding it to my face. It felt so wonderful and sensuous and romantic. Harry had his arms encircling my waist and was holding it firmed and not wanting to let it go. He falls back to the ground gently and lay down on the floor. Instantaneously I followed and end up with my body on top of his body. His hand seductively caressed my back. He's feeling every inch of it, but it stopped at the helm of my pants. If it did go further down, he would be able to touch my buttock, and it would raise the stake of what we were doing at that moment. Our lips were glued to one another, and our hands were exploring each other bodies. It was really a dream came through for me. It felt so heavenly, as though I was on cloud nine. I could feel every rippling muscle on his body, sculpturing beautifully on his chest and stomach. Known to each other, we began to develop a pretty intense hard on. Our penises were straining in our pants and were screaming to be released from its confinement. However, our passionate moments were abruptly disrupted when we heard of our names being called. We immediately separated and looked flushed from the short rendezvous in the store room. Both of us had that looked of disbelieving and were speechless. As we were pulled back to reality, we began to scramble to our feet. We check each other for any misplaced or any disorder on our clothing and looks. We straighten any unkempt hair on our face and head, and together we went out of the store room. Corbin was waiting for us as he was about to lock the premises and ends the night of a successful charity event. Corbin decided to drive both me and Harry back home. Along the way, there were no words spoken between the two of us. We were contented with what had happened inside the store room. I unknowingly had a smile upon my face, recollecting that beautiful moment I had with Harry. When we were back at home, Hayden was waiting on us to have a late supper together. He ushered us to take a shower and to come down to the dining room to eat in conjunction. Hayden did not ask us anything when we ate in silence. Maybe he assumed that we were tired because of the event. He left us be and once dinner ended; he made us to go to sleep as the night had crawled on all of us. Back in my room, I felt pretty full of the supper and tired from the night events. It dawned on me that as of that day, I was rationalizing to how, and my relationship was with Harry. Was it a mistake to what we had done? I doubted so as it was a mutual aggression and attraction. Back in my room, I felt pretty full of the supper and tired from the night events. It dawned on me that as of that day, I was rationalizing to how, and my relationship was with Harry. Was it a mistake to what we had done? I doubted so as it was a mutual aggression and attraction. It was far from what I am capable of sabotaging it. This family was the best that I had been with. "Heavenly Father, while you've known everything about me, before I ever tell you, my head bows low, especially today. Please forgive me my Lord. I did not mean for it to happen. You had the boundaries lowered. And I failed to choose well. My decision required your grace and mercy as I do not have recourse." Without me realizing, tears began to form in my eyes. With a single blink, it cascaded down my face. "Praise you that you love truly to know no limit, and your grace cannot be measured. Praise you for your unfailing mercy and that your mercy possesses no boundaries. That you, dear Lord, expand beyond time, space and matters. You are full of forgiveness, beyond the wreckage of the soul. However, I do love him, my Lord. I really do. Amen." I cried myself to sleep as I slowly dozed off in a peaceful slumber. The day ahead was full of questions. I vowed that I am going to be strong and wise. In my mind, there was Harry, who had woken up to my feeling and emotions to love again. So please help me GOD. Help Me! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. If you would like to be added to it and to be informed of the new submission, please contact me at . Please let me know that you read it on nifty.org >. I do really appreciate if you could the least gives some feedback and comments. It will definitely gives me the motivations to carry on writing the story. 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